It may be because of my poor health. In recent years, I have always thought of the problem of death. Since death is inevitable, let death be calm, dignified and less painful. In fact, death is not a bad thing. According to the traditional culture, dead people can meet each other. If parents are already the first parents, then they can see their parents again after they die, I can live with my parents, hear my father’s strong accent and hearty laughter, and hear my mother’s murmuring, repeatedly exhorting death in this sense is really a blessing. Unfortunately, I am a materialist. I don’t believe in the cycle of life and hell and heaven. I only know that death is nothing, death is nothing, and death is everything to zero. This is the sorrow of materialism! In fact, this is not bad either. I originally did not exist. I was born only because my parents fell in love with each other, and I would not exist again because of my death. This is also a kind of fairness. I always think about such a problem, it seems that I am is old. 2013 years February 23

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From September to December, the window became increasingly withered, thinner and clearer. It turned out that from summer to winter, it was really a blink of an eye! I still miss the past willingly or casually. Time flies so fast. From a long time ago to now, there are only a few careless dazzling eyes. I have been sitting in the classroom, the third row, outside the window of the primary school, there is a rhombus flower bed. Every March and April, under the warm sunny day when the cold weather receded, other flowers are not yet blooming. Magnolia is in full bloom like snow, and trees are full of purity like jade, which attracts everyone’s shining eyes. When you come back late in the morning, you will always look more admiringly, but the flowering period of Magnolia is very short, and today it is still like snow, A few days later, it was like snow. At this time, we had to clean the flower bed. Although the scenes had gone away in time, they were deeply left in our mind. At first, we swept them into a pile with brooms carefully, it was just sweeping here and falling there. There were naughty boys shaking the trees constantly, like Snow White flowers falling all over their heads, then they grabbed petals all over the ground to fight the snow battle in spring, and then they didn’t enjoy themselves, then he picked up the broom and chased it fiercely. Under his feet, it was white. Magnolia was still floating in the wind. Everyone under the tree chased after me around the flower bed, laughing and scolding, circling around, today, many years later, when I hear that the young singing in the song is no longer in the wind, I am still still reading, and the time when the white clothes are fluttering will always think of laughing and scolding, the innocent time with a smile like flowers reminds me of the snow all over the sky. There are no flowers or trees outside the window of Magnolia Middle School, only one side of the sky without margin and a wall standing up, in many lengthy and boring classes, the left ear is lying on the table, watching the birds outside the window stop at the wall to take a breath and then fly away, watching the Catkins all over the sky After Yang Xu spread all over the sky, looking at the swan goose from a word to a word, then from a word to a word, looking at the snow along the wall melting into water, frozen into ice and thin outside the window, it is also winter back to spring and summer, four Seasons turns staged! The window of senior high school is different from year to year. The window of senior high school is a touch of purple long, covered by purple vines winding around the corridor, with subtle purple flowers hanging down. Under the blue sky, bees and butterflies are flying, in the night sky, there was Fragrance scattered. During class, everyone danced on the corridor, laughing unscrupulously. But later, the corridor was torn down, and purple vines were estimated to be still in some corner even with vines and leaves, no one asked, a row of tall and straight ginkgo trees survived or died outside the window of senior two. In spring, braving new green, in summer, verdant. In autumn, the trees are full of golden yellow, with the wind, ginkgo leaves drooped to the ground in one direction, and their eyes were fixed on the beautiful autumn wind sweeping the leaves. I still remember the teacher’s sentence that the scenery outside was so beautiful, there are a lot of mistakes in your multiple choice questions. Laughter last month, I saw a photo of “Autumn silence” in the school photography exhibition. The same gingko stands, the same yellow leaves spread on the floor, but I have changed the place, in the October day of another year, the window of senior three was built by high stone steps, and only one layer of blue stone steps could be seen. By chance, I saw the weak buds caught in the cracks of the stone, the only hint of green full of cyan and gray, day by day, from the green which can hardly be seen to the slightly curved Bud like bean sprouts, slowly stretches out from curling up, swells up, and finally leaves out a small yellowish flower, yes, even in the dark and petrified hopeless situation, as long as we go up tenaciously, flowers will bloom. We also took the college entrance examination when it was still open. From then on, I haven’t come back. One day, I saw several meters of cartoon “a flower comes out every day in my heart”. I was wondering whether the flower in my heart was also a pale yellow one year, I am still sitting in the classroom, the third row, by the window, the scenery outside the window changes year by year, I grow up in the changing scenery year by year, forward

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Suddenly he remembered this poem. He subconsciously wanted to find the answer, but lost his way on the way. I felt helpless at first, but I couldn’t let myself go with the flow all the time. He found ten thousand reasons for him to forget her, but when he saw her, he found that time could not erase memories, and the former gentleness would still remember him but simply said: you came? She just said softly: Well, just as gentle as before, just a little heartless. He began to believe one sentence: once men and women can’t be lovers, they can’t be friends again. Those past which were scattered in the years had been etched beyond recognition. Once missed, it would be forever. Therefore, he began to hide his inner wounds with hypocritical smiles. But when they forgive each other’s absurdity, it is the end of the song at this moment. Even if they are sad, they should be happy.

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